Over the last couple of years, ladies, under totally unique and unrelated circumstances have revealed, every now and then, they have gone to high end eateries to try to get ‘high-value men’. A high-value man here means just any middle-aged corporate executive, government official or watu wa Kemikali.
I’m not discussing about commercial workers. I’m discussing your normal, educated, sassy, corporate(working,some not working) lady who wakes up, showers, and dresses in an extremely intriguing way(good enough to be lady-like, provocative enough to send a message) and goes out to hang out in Kempski with the singular goal of attracting a man
They arrive, request their wine and mind their business until a man appearson their table.
A big part of them have caught probably the most influential men in the country and proceeded to have fleeting connections however very short lived.
In the event that this admission never came from such ladies, I could never have imagined it or believed it.
The Ekegusii word for commercial sex worker literally translates to ‘a timer’. As in one who times for something like a hawk times and grabs your chicks.
Such is the life of some ladies in this country,in the city under the sun ‘Nairobi’ its such an interesting city to imagine what goes around in it.
